Patagia is the webname of San Francisco poet Ellen Frank. Most weekends, she hikes and birdwatches in the Bay Area hills and marshes. So it's unsurprising that, in a couple of the dreams below, she becomes a bird...

BARN OWL FUSION: by Patagia; 2006/3/9, linked transformation and flying dreams
An owl flew at me, and I fused with it. The next thing I knew, I was a redtail hawk...

CROCODILE DREAM: by Ellen Frank; 2015/10/5, a nightmare-poem on recklessness
Closer I edge to admire their scales, the glint of their teeth, and shape of their tails. They cast a strong spell--I can't hold back...

FOR WORLD DREAM BANKERS: by Patagia; 2007/9/21, a praise-poem for dreamers
Dreamwork takes discipline, but writing and painting dreams for others takes even more: courage!

FAKE IT!: by Electra Johannes and Patagia; 2007/9/22 and 2007/9/23, linked dreams.
Patagia dreams she fakes a Hindu rite, provoking Electra to dream she fakes leadership in a band of refugees. Or are they faking?

HUNT AND PECK: by Patagia; 1997/6/16, a dream on the creative non-struggle.
I'm a brown sparrow scratching in the dirt, looking for bugs. Focused, tireless, I hunt and peck...

LIFE FORCE: by Patagia; 2006/8/9 & 8/31, three career-advice dreamlets
Out of a Campbell's soup can poured life force: someone's last breath...

LION EYES: by Patagia; 2007/11/??, a serious dream-prank.
Lions trap me in an African cave with only coffee, paper and pens! Is this what it takes to get me to write?

NOUVELLE BARBIE BODS: by Ellen Frank (Patagia), 2012/12/22, a playful poem on a dream-diorama
I visited my friend Chris Wayan's workshop and found him building a dance troupe of joyfully obscene centaurs, out of Barbie dolls...

THE VERIZON EXPERIMENT: by Wayan; 2014/3/31, three linked dreamlets, the last apparently predictive & self-flagging
1: A nature spirit's physics experiment proves that time forks. The question is, how much? How dense is the multiverse?
2: I sketch and sculpt a model of the possible multiverses. A physicist likes it; the nature spirit likes it more. She swipes it...
3: A literary friend tries to install refugees in my bedroom, crowding me and my work into a corner. I wake. The phone rings. My other literary friend...

WITNESS: by Patagia, 2006/2/16, a poem of a redemptive nightmare
A woman I had wronged set her pit bull on me! Hand in its jaws, I gave in, and we both began crying...